Chapter Eight

Kaleigh

Pulling up to the address Noah gave me, I take in the houses on the street. Most of them look the same. I pull the mirror down to take one last look at myself. I fluff my still damp hair. Thanks to yoga in the park with the kids, I needed to shower right before coming here. I grab my bag, pulling out my lip gloss and applying a coat. The butterflies in my stomach are something I’m not really used to. Go in, do this, scratch the itch, leave. It’s my motto.

“Calm down there, big boy, I’m here for dinner and a good time.” I pull my hand from his once we get to the room with about a million candles. “You can burn down a house with this many candles.” I walk into the room, taking in the massive fruit baskets that are placed on the table. “Holy shit, this is a lot of fruit.”

“Oh, and I have chocolate also!” he says, running into what I assume is the kitchen. “And whipped cream.” He comes back in with his hands full.

I smile at him. “That’s sweet, but I’m vegan.” I walk to him when I see his smile disappear. It’s like I told him the tooth fairy doesn’t exist. I grab him by his waist. “Besides. I like my cock straight up.”

His hands drop the containers, both landing with a thud. “Fuck me,” he says.

“Actually,” I say as I reach between us for the sash, “I was hoping”—I pull on one piece while the silk falls from my hands—“that you’d be the one fucking me,” I say, pushing his robe open. And fuck me is right. Holy fucking me.

If I could stand here and gape at him, I would, but I’m seducing him. I’m making this my bitch. But holy shit my mouth just lost all its feeling. My tongue’s suddenly feeling like it’s swelled up. Dry. So fucking dry. His chest is perfect, pecs a perfect shape, his abs defined but not too much, and his side abs…On. Fucking. Point. But nothing can prepare me for what I’m thinking is the most perfect cock in the world.

It’s absofuckinglutely perfect. “Fuck me,” I finally say.

“I’m happy I could accommodate you,” he says, opening the robe more to give me a full view of it, not that I need it. I’ve mentally taken a picture of it.

Focus, Kaleigh, focus. Except the only thing I can seem to look at is his cock.

“Now that you’ve seen mine, how about I see yours?” His words pull me out of my trance.

“Is that right?” I ask him. “It’s like show and tell then?”

“It’s only fair.”

“That I can do,” I say, pulling the straps down my shoulders and watching the dress fall to the floor, pooling around my feet.

“You aren’t wearing anything under your dress?” he hisses out.

“You aren’t wearing anything under your robe?” I match his question.

“Yes, but—” He stops talking when I walk to him, going straight to my knees.

“Enough with this talk, I’m hungry.” It’s the last thing I say to him. The next thing I do is pull his cock head into my mouth. I moan as I taste his pre-cum on my tongue. I take him deeper into me now.

His robe hits the floor around his feet and my knees. Pulling my mouth away from him, my hands grip him, moving up and down. “I really like your cock.” I smile at him.

His eyes close halfway, his hips thrusting into my hand.

“It’s perfect,” I tell him as I suck him into my mouth again. This time his hands are in my hair, pulling it away from my face. My eyes look up, watching him watch me. I swallow him, my hand matching the rhythm of my mouth. His cock is getting harder than it was before, bigger also. My mouth leaves him while my hand continues. My fingers can’t even touch each other, his girth is that big. “I’m so going to fuck this,” I tell him as I lean in, twirling my tongue around one of his balls. “I’m going to ride this like it’s my last rodeo,” I tell him, taking him all the way into my mouth, almost gagging.

His hands pull my hair, the pain shooting straight to my nipples that have been rubbing his legs. He holds my hair while his hips thrust into me, his cock going deeper, all the way down to the root. And I take him. “So fucking hot.” He thrusts into me. “Taking my cock down your throat.” His balls hit my chin. “I’m going to cum,” he says, trying to pull out of my mouth, but my hands fly to his perfect ass, pushing him into me and keeping him rooted there while I swallow whatever he has to give me.

I don’t let him go till he’s done. His cock comes out of my mouth a second before he falls to his knees right in front of me.

“You’ve seriously rocked my world. My knees gave out,” he says as he reaches out to me, grabbing the side of my neck with one hand. “Totally and fucking completely ruined me.”

I smile while he pulls me to him.

“You brought me to my knees,” he says right before his lips find mine.

I inhale one last breath before his tongue invades my mouth. I think my heart stops beating or it’s beating so fast I can’t tell. His second hand grabs the other side of my neck as his tongue invades my mouth. Our tongues dance with each other while I try to continue to bring him to his knees. Turning my head to the right to deepen the kiss, my hand roams up his chest, to around his neck, my fingers finding their way into his hair. My nipples ache, tight, with just a kiss.

His lips leave mine, kissing the side of my mouth. I’m breathless. “I thought I was going to shoot the minute your tongue touched my cock.” He kisses underneath my jaw, tracing out with his tongue, his hands now dropping from my neck, rubbing my shoulders, going down my arms and finally cupping my breasts.

My head falls back, moaning out, while he rolls both nipples between his fingers. My breasts fit perfectly in his hands. His head bends as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking in so deep I almost lose it. I squeeze my legs together to get some friction.

“Not yet, not even close to yet,” he tells me, paying attention to the other nipple.

“If you don’t make me cum soon, I’m pushing you back on your porn rug and taking it,” I hiss out, my body filling with goose bumps.

“Oh, I’m going to make you cum all right. Now lie back and show me that pussy.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I lie back, bend my knees to the side, and open myself to him.

He rubs his hands together before he leans down and pulls my legs back and blows on my clit. My hips thrust up in hopes of getting something. “Greedy,” he says, finally licking me. My moan echoes off the walls.

He licks right up to my clit, but stops right before he reaches it, blowing instead of licking.

“Fuck,” I hiss out. “Noah.”

“It’s coming back, girl. Patience,” he tells me, letting go of my thigh, his fingers rubbing me up and down to get wet. His tongue joins his finger inside me while he adds another one. I roll my hips, my clit pulsing, waiting for a touch. He licks up again. This time he lets the tip of his tongue slowly graze it, his fingers pumping into me.

“I swear if you don’t do something soon,” I heave out. My hands come up to my breasts and I roll my nipples, making it almost worse since my whole core goes tight.

When he licks up again, this time his teeth slowly nudge it. I roll my head from side to side in frustration, my hand going down my stomach.

“If you touch yourself, I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk and I won’t make you come the whole time.” His voice is strong, and looking in his eyes, I know he isn’t playing.

“Noah, please,” I pant out. His fingers feel like they are all over me. My hips thrust on his fingers that are now pumping in and out of me fast. “My clit,” I tell him, almost begging.

“So tight, squeezing me,” he says and I’m so close to the edge I can taste it, almost reach it.

I reach out with my hand to grip it and just like that he pulls his fingers out of me. I groan out my frustration as he turns me to my stomach, lifting my hips, and slamming into me.

“First time I make you come it’s on my cock.” He slams in me again, gripping my hips so hard and tight my knees lift off the floor. “I’m not going to last. You’re too tight,” he says. “Play with your clit now,” he adds, pounding into me.

The sound of flesh slapping together fills the room while my hand finally plays with my clit, rubbing it from side to side. I hear screaming, moaning, and finally a roar as I come. I don’t know who is screaming or roaring more, me or Noah. But he doesn’t let up, pounding into me until my pussy is pulsing over him, until I don’t think I can breathe anymore. Until we both lie here, me on my stomach, him now on his back, my mouth dry, my eyes closed just a touch. I’ve never been fucked into almost unconsciousness, and fuck me if I want to go back for more.

“I can’t move,” I tell him. “I do yoga for a living. I’m in a constant state of relaxation all the time, but this…” I smile, facing him, his eyes slowly closing.

“I know,” he says. “I just need a moment and we can go for round two. I just…” He looks over at me. “You drained me.” He smiles at me.

I watch him, waiting for his breathing to even out. I roll myself up, grabbing my dress and quietly slipping it on. I walk around, blowing out all the candles before picking up my purse. I look down at him, the discarded condom right next to him. He’s almost like one of those marble statues they have at the Louvre, perfectly sculpted except his penis is way nicer.

Turning around, I pick up my shoes, putting them in my purse. I walk to the door, opening it as quietly as I can and closing it softly. I make it to my car and home.

The house is dark as I unlock the door and walk upstairs. I see the light coming from under Lauren’s door, but I walk straight to my room instead. The night replays in my head over and over and over again. Sleep finally takes me sometime after 3 a.m., right after I hear the first bing.